i probably should not have said what i did.
that kind of thought
interrupts the air in a broken swing.
well, i didn't separate the sea from sky,
so it's no fault i can't swim and you live to dive.

my favorite thing is how you speak
and leave your spoon on top of the coffee maker.
the tenuous way you look at me
is proof of some legitimacy.

see that sky so grey? how we're both under it today.